Artemis // h.s.

Prologue

Life has never been an easy journey for me. I grew up living in different places, therefore I don't have an actual childhood home to reminisce about. That, and the fact that my family never own a house in general.

Several years of living feels like hell. I'm always feeling like I'm in this constant need to move from one place to another; I can't seem to stay put and settle down in one place. Staying means committing and both doesn't seem very appealing to me.

The habit of not staying also spread to my love life. I can't have a long lasting relationship because of my committment issues and that's quite shitty. All I've had for the past five years is one night stands and the occasional fuck buddy.

What else to tell, huh?

My job's great, I'm a freelance editor that some publishing company sometimes hire. And though it's paying, it's barely enough to keep me afloat. That's why I'm working at Nina's diner. The extra cash helps to make me feel secure with financial issues.

My life was—and is—pretty bleak. Life used to be something so fun and cheerful, but now it's just work and debt and money. Life is tiring and sometimes I just wished I would die.

But that's not why you're all here. You're all here because you want to hear the story of what makes my life pretty; you want to hear about the change, because people longed for a happy ending from a miserable life.

Well let me tell you, it's not much of a happy ending, but I guess it can be considered as a change. He can be considered as a change.

I hate to break it to you, but my story changed because of a man. I hate to break it to myself, too. I can't believe something so trashy can change my life, but that's the point, isn't it? This man has proven himself to be not a trash because he managed to slip into the crevices of my dark heart, to plant a single flower that would eventually bloom into a meadow.

Happiness, that was the change he brought to me—that he took away as fast as he brought. The change, the U-turn, anything you want to call it. It was happiness.

The happiness wasn't sporadic, it was something that—at the moment—felt eternal, and long lasting. I thought that I finally made it; I was finally able to feel what people so often brag about in front of me. The clear manifestation of love—happiness.

But like everything else, it was short lived. Nothing is ever permanent in my life, except for the sadness and bleakness it constantly attract. I guess, I should have known better.

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HIII so this is a new story that I'm working on and will be updating once in two days! I'm v v bored during quarantine so I guess inspiration struck? lol

anw hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing this.

best,

n.